Back in the Icebox

Where did you come from?
 Why did you come here?
 How many more are there to come?
 My strike is cold
 My web is even colder
 A sarcophagus to encase your
 Shaking brittle frame
 Rest for a while, my little lamb
 And try not to distress
 Or jump out of your skin
 All in good time
 Get back in there, you bitch hog
 Back in there
 Get back in there you cunt
 We use everything
 We don't throw nothing away
 We use everything
 We don't throw nothing away
 We use everything
 We don't throw nothing away
 We use everything
 We don't throw nothing away
 There's room for you at the table
 There's always more room
 Can't be helped
 Some things you gotta
 There's just some things you gotta do
 Try not to distress
 Your shaking, brittle frame
 Get back in there, you cunt
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